Chapter 15 fifteen hair stylists and hairdressers eugene and rosent

Lady Olivier looked around approvingly at Celtnam, who had never been here before.Great, she said to herself, the houses here are like real houses.She recalled that when she was young, there was an acquaintance who lived here or someone who was known by relatives and aunts.Usually army or navy retirees, she thought, people who came back from a long stay abroad like to live in this kind of place, where there is a pure British safe, noble and pleasant social atmosphere. After passing a pleasant antique shop or two, she came to her destination, or rather Hercules.The destination Poirot wanted her to come to was the Rose Green Hair Salon.When she entered the store, she saw four or five customers getting their hair done, and a fat young girl put down her work to greet her.

Is Mrs. Rosentre there?Mrs. Olivia looked at the business card in her hand: she said that she was free this morning. I didn't come to do hair, but I wanted to ask her a few questions.When she called me earlier, she said that she could see me after 10:30. Yes, the girl replied: Ma'am is waiting for you. She led the way through a corridor, down a few steps, and opened the door at the end, which was obviously Madame Rosent's room.After the fat girl knocked on the door, she probed and said: The lady who is looking for you has arrived.He hurriedly turned around and asked shyly, "What's your name?"

Olivia. Mrs. Olivier walked into the house, which was like a showroom, the curtains were rose-colored tulle, and the wallpaper was printed with rose patterns.Mrs. Rosent, who seemed to be about the same age as Mrs. Olivier, perhaps a few years older, had just finished her morning coffee. Mrs. Rosent?she asked. I am. Is it convenient to bother you? Oh no problem.I don't quite know why you're here, and I can't hear you clearly on the phone, but it doesn't matter, I can talk to you for half an hour.Would you like a cup of coffee? no thanks.Mrs. Olivier said: I won't delay long, just want to ask a few things, maybe you remember.As far as I know, you have been in the beauty industry for many years.

Yes, I'm relieved that it's been handed over to these girls, and I haven't had to do it for a few years. It should still provide feedback, right? That's right, it is.Madame Rosent smiled. She seemed kind and alert, with neatly combed brown hair streaked with gray and white. Not sure what your problem is? Well, I want to ask you about wigs. There are not as many wigs as there used to be. You opened in London, right? Yes, first in Bond Street and later in Sloane Street, but in the end it turned out to be the best place in the country.My husband and I love it here, we don't do much business here and we rarely do wigs anymore.She said: My husband also designs wigs and advises bald men.It works really well for people who go to work, you know, wigs make them look younger and it's easier to get a job.

can imagine.said Mrs Olivier. Because of her nervousness, she chatted a few more homely words, thinking about how to get to the point, Madame Rosent suddenly leaned forward and said: You are Aridan.Olivia, is that the novelist? Yes, Mrs. Olivier said: in fact she showed her usual embarrassed expression: yes, I write novels. I really like your books, I have read many of them, oh so beautiful.What can I do for you? What I wanted to ask was about wigs, and a long time ago, maybe you don't remember. Um, I don't know, you mean what was popular a few years ago? no.I have a friend who moved to the Malay Peninsula after she got married and then moved back to England. Then a tragedy happened.Afterwards, everyone was surprised to find that she had a lot of wigs.I think these wigs are made by your company.

Oh tragedy?what is her name? When I met her, her name was Peisi Dongkui, and later she was named Ravenk. Oh yes, yes, I remember Mrs. Ravenk, I was very impressed with her.She is very nice and beautiful.Yes, her husband was a colonel or a general, and they lived in the town I forgot which town they lived in after retirement. They are said to have committed suicide together.said Mrs Olivier. right.I remember when I saw the news, I said, how could it be Mrs. Ravenk?Later, their photos were published in the newspaper, and it was indeed her.I haven't seen her sir, but that's her right.So sad, so sad.I heard that they found out that she had cancer, which was incurable, so they chose this path.But I haven't heard of other details.

There's none? What clues do you think I can offer? You made her wig, and I heard that when the case was investigated, the police thought four wigs were too many, but maybe people really used four at the time, didn't they? Well, I think the average person has at least two, said Rosentre: when one comes in for repairs, you wear the other. Do you remember when Mrs. Ravenk ordered two more? Yes, but not in person, she may have been sick and hospitalized by then.It was a French lady who came, she should be her girlfriend. She is very nice and her English is very standard.After describing the size, color and style of the other two wigs, she left. Alas, I didn't expect that I still remember them vividly.Then, it must have been a month or six weeks later, I read that she had killed herself.I'm afraid that after hearing the bad news in the hospital, she had the idea of ​​committing suicide. Her husband must not be able to bear to lose her

Mrs. Olivia shook her head sadly, and then continued to ask: They are all different styles of wigs. Yes, one is a very nice gray stripe, one for parties, one for evening wear, and one with short curly hair, which is beautiful and won't mess up even with a hat.It's a pity I didn't see Mrs. Ravenk again. Besides being sick, she was also very sad for her sister who died before, a twin sister. Yeah, twin sisters have a good relationship, don't they? She had been happy before.said Mrs. Rosentre. Both of them sighed, and Mrs. Olivia changed the subject and said: Do you think a wig would work for me?

The expert reached out to measure Mrs. Olivier's head. I wouldn't recommend it, your hair is fine and thick.There was a smile on her lips: I guess, you like changing your hairstyle very much, don't you? You're so smart, I do like changing hairstyles, it's fun. Do you enjoy life very much? Yes, that's right.I think we never know what's going to happen in the future. But it is also like this, Mrs. Rosentre said: It makes many people anxious for a long time.